And if that
mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town."

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

this time of year i start to think, typically, of that dance that autumn dance. somehow, this year, that dance is so different.

somehowthe dance has become intertwined with,with what?

my new everyday lifei suppose.

where sighs,sighs are mandatory.frequent sighs.remindersto drop shoulders.reminders to breathe.reminders to danceand singand let myself be.reminders, to leave all things in God's hands.reminders that my God,my God, is a great God.

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams my darling, the day is done.The moon is here to say goodnight to the sun.

Monday, April 22, 2013

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. but little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do- determined to save the only life you could save. The Journey by Mary Oliver

Monday, March 18, 2013

I was exploring on pinterest yesterday and found some fabulous blogs around the area of "stitched". For some of these I have linked specifically to a post. Please take an opportunity to look at current information by clicking on top of the blog or where it says main or home.

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless
mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the
excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and
hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key
moments, and life itself is grace.”

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"To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk being called sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self. To place your ideas and your dreams before them is to risk being called naive. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure.But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing. He [or she] may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he's forfeited his freedom. Only the person who risks is truly free."